fawn

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i lay awake in the silence.
i lie still in the dark,
the open air awaiting a break-
a breath,
a whisper,
a shuffling of feet.

i feel alone.
purely because i don't know how to acclimate into the riot-
the rumbling air of gasping laughs and straining voices- because the music fills up most of our space.

my ears ring on two days later,
awaiting your breath in my ear like honey,
a better ailment that serves less than a teaspoon-
less than an inch of grace.

it will never be enough,
until I Become Enough.
and the silence in this room will carry on,
until I shed the stumbling Fawn.

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